The general knowledge of time on the island depends, curiously enough, on the direction of the wind.

It gave me a moment of exquisite satisfaction to find myself moving away from civilisation in this rude canvas canoe of a model that has served primitive races since men first went to sea.

Words, particularly in a play, should have the texture of a crisp, autumn apple.

A translation is no translation unless it will give you the music of a poem along with the words of it.

They're cheering a young lad, the champion playboy of the Western World.

Foreign languages are another favourite topic, and as these men are bilingual they have a fair notion of what it means to speak and think in many different idioms.

Every article on these islands has an almost personal character, which gives this simple life, where all art is unknown, something of the artistic beauty of medieval life.